Saturday, July 13, 2013

I'm a runner. It's official.

I had a horrible customer service experience at my local Starbucks this morning. Even though we had fun catching up with friends, I came home shaky and feeling funky. Went to Target for some retail therapy. Upstairs for some solitary chill time. Downstairs for more chill time. Uno time. Nothing felt good, really.

Then it hit me: I missed my run. I mean, I MISSED my run.

You know what that means? I've had running highs, and today, for the first time in a long time, I experienced withdrawal.

I'm a runner!!!

1 comment:

  1. Yes you are! :) I've definitely had days like that- where I just find that I'm in a funk without the running fix and the boost of adrenaline and endorphins.


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